"Okay, well, it tastes good. When I first cooked, I almost burned the kitchen. At that time, I was still in the countryside. The stove in my house was filled with gas. After turning on the switch, I had to ignite it by hand. She couldn't control it, and her hair was almost burned." Qin Sheng talked about the past and relieved Nan Muling's embarrassment.
"So I'm talented, haha!" After the meal, the guest and host enjoyed themselves so that they were naturally driven out of the kitchen after the meal. It was not her turn to wash the dishes and suffer from tiredness.
The new moon slowly rose in the sky, looking as bright as a silver hook in the dark night.
Peng...
A strange sound came from the next room. Nan Muling suddenly lifted the quilt, put on her pajamas, and rushed to the next room
